This is a drawing of the East Harbour, beyond the fish market, the less popular side of Pothia's harbour where ferries don't dock and old dolphin boats go to rust and die.
Dogs are chained to rocks and people leave their front doors open; if you look in as you walk past you can see old people laid out under blankets on single beds.
From a metre-wide strand of gritty sand, housewives wade into the water, fully clothed, to swim every day for health. Somehow it doesn't stop them being fat.
I like the East Harbour.
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